You grow a beard, check the mirror,
notice you are forty years old, the next
morning, you shave it off, find you are
sixty. But life is like that, suddenly
everyone you know is dying and they
still visit with your back turned to them.
One day, you took the school bus
and you earned a gold star for answering
the last question right. Now, the nurses
on night duty ask you something which
you can’t open your mouth and respond to.
All you know is that someone switched
off the light and you don’t know how.
Lisa Zou is a student in Arizona. Her writing has been recognized by The Poetry Society of UK and the National YoungArts Foundation. Her work has been published by the Sierra Nevada Review.
